Selling the House

"Oh, so you're Mr. Mei's wife." The agent wasn't surprised at all. "Mr. Mei said that this house is under his name and has nothing to do with you. So, he doesn't need your permission to sell it. It's better for you not to interfere with my work. If you have nothing else to do, you can start packing your things."

"Have you seen Mei Cheng?" Feng Wei grabbed his collar and shouted, "Where is Mei Cheng? Tell me where he is!"

The agent brushed her hand away, annoyed. "How would I know where he is now? He only provided us with his identification and property certificate. We're just following procedures after receiving the commission."

"Mei Cheng, you're something!" Feng Wei muttered and went upstairs to her room.

She rummaged through the corner compartment of her wardrobe and found a few pieces of jewelry she had secretly saved over the years. Although these items were far from worth five million, they were enough for her to do many things.